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April 2012
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Many days I have awoken only to find myself in a melancholic stupor.
Yesterday was Friday the 13th, and in tune with the natural tone of the day I prepared to hide away at my house watching mindless romantic films and consoling myself about the insignificant problems of my youth. Yet the anticipated dreary day never arrived. Ironically, the sun rose with me and despite my best attempts to draw...
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One of my first memories from when I was a child was watching my mother write in a little notebook. She would constantly scribble away at the pages with her fountain pen, looking up once in a while to make sure I wasn’t getting into trouble. When I gained a few years she used to let me draw in her notebooks. They weren’t even legible, but she would always leave those pages untouched...
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Mamihlapinatapai: the wordless, yet meaningful look shared between two people who both desire to initiate something but both are reluctant to start.
I can’t remember the first time that I heard this word, but I’m sure I was nursing a broken heart because someone else had failed to show interest in me. I feel like I’ve been battling this curse of the “broken heart”...
March 2012
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Do you know that feeling?
That gut wrenching feeling that begins in the pit of your stomach. At first it feels like snakes writhing in your stomach, making their way to your intestines, until you feel so sick you need to sit down. Then the snakes leave, and it seems you’ll be alright, but you won’t because at that very moment the butterflies leave their cocoons. Those few moments...
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I’ve spent days sifting through my memories of growing up in the old house on the long tree lined street.
When I moved to Toronto, we lived in the basement of a grand old house. I’ve always lived in old, but beautiful houses. The house was separated into three apartments. On the first floor lived the landlady, a wonderful grandmother whose two grandchildren (a boy - two years older...
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I’ve always been rather different from my peers and my friends, but I didn’t *really* appreciate it until I turned 17.
I moved to Canada when I was four from a small country in Eastern Europe called Lithuania (Lietuva). I don’t really remember my life there, although I sometimes receive flashes of random memories: strawberry picking with my grandmother, pulling the tail of a...
